(A story by Bros. Grimm, slightly altered by Gatorman) I know . . . You've already heard the story of Little Red Riding-hood, when you were a little boy or girl yourself. Only remember: THAT story was translated to English from the German story compiled by the Brothers Grimm, along with a LOT of other similar German "Fairy Tales." When they compiled t...
This is a story about a middle-aged female physician surrendering herself completely to a beautiful young resident. It contains more elements of humiliation and degradation than actual sex. If this is not your cup of tea, please do not read on. For everyone else, let the depravity begin! ***** Dr. Victoria Reynolds awoke with a start in the pre-dawn darkne...
"You know what we are?" asked Alexis, taking a drag on her cigarette and leaving red lipstick on the filter. "We're high class whores. That's all we are." "I don't think so," remarked Michelle. She hated these little meetings with the chairman's wife. Hated this conversation. She wanted to disagree, yet she didn't very well want to say anything that would o...
Jack was leaning against his navy blue car, drinking a beer in the parking lot that Sunday morning. It was overcast, with a chance of rain. Cars rolled along the street at the far end, making faint swish noises as they passed through puddles on asphalt. He seen the rear door to dormitory open across the lot, and a dirty blonde head creep out. Jack noticed sh...
Having sex with a witch is better than having sex with a stripper, a call girl, your mother, or your mother-in-law. "My place?" He looked at her as if he was imagining what he thought he heard her say. "Yes," she said running a slow tongue across her lips. She gave him a sexy look that told him that he heard her correctly. Just to make sure that he didn'...
There it was!!!! The thing I had been looking for over the past couple of days. Every time my wife, Louise, was away from the house I was on the PC checking to see if there was a new e-mail to my wife from someone named John. Who the fuck was John? I had no idea but the sexual correspondence between them had been hot! No!! I mean H O T! Now I'm not one of t...
Jeff Malville drove down the highway, his dirty; beaten up truck weaving in and out of traffic, but he somehow managed to do the speed limit even though he truly did not want to. All he wanted to do at this moment was put the pedal to the metal and haul ass to his destination. His destination being the Double D ranch outside of San Antonio, Texas. Jeff tappe...
I made a big mistake at work and now I am paying for it by being a submissive slut to my female boss who loves to dominate and humiliate me - almost as much as I enjoy being dominated. This chapter is probably better understood if you read the others first but can stand on its own. I hope you like it. ********** On Monday morning I entered my Mistress'...
Menta sang a strange, gleeful song as the vines carried Yathi through the forest. Yathi moaned and wriggled, desperate to touch herself as the vines tormented her every sensitive area. Menta seemed to love this display, but Yathi couldn't help it. She just needed to get off now. Everything else came second. "Please!" she cried, heedless of Menta's delighted...
Five — Dance Of The Seven Rosies Cold, pale, green eyes shone deep into my soul, freezing me like a rabbit in headlights. The lids and upper cheeks glittered with the same shade of green, as if the irises had fractured into tiny fragments and spilled onto the surrounding pallid skin. The lips shone as two slivers of copper, so long as to almost divide the j...